The drop of dew upon a petal
The gold piece found on the ground
The lint within your pocket
The soft brown eyes of a hound

Beauty is a bountiful pleasure
For each and every one of us
There is a personal kind of treasure
I have found my own

My treasure is the world
And all that resides within it
From the Shining Basilica
To the Rushing Sea

Yes all of these
Are Beautiful to me
A treasure to behold
And I am a mere part of it

May beauty light you day
My friend I hope it will
For it lights mine every day
And it always will

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Daedalan, in the year 283 AF.